catching the clock at 11:11 keeps coinciding with my bouts of depression

the universe is,

like, trying to 

tell me, “stop. 

take a sec to 

reflect on why 

you’re such a 

sad sac. maybe

try to be thankful?” 

and I’m like, 

“bitch I’m trying!” 

but really I’m 

apologizing to 

the earth for 

my previous 

years of mirth 

and merriment,

many missed

opportunities

to check my

own immoral

behaviour, my

carbon foot-

print, my nights

staying out late

and morning

raccoon eyes.

it’s on me to end

climate change

and all toxic

masculinity,

I think. fuck, 

eh? what a time

to be alive.